Ghost in the Glass

The ghost in the glass, I knew it was you I closed the curtains, to turn you away But your lovely lost ghost with all ado Stayed true and taunted me anyway It hung there all season, gray as the bluffs Which waves of the sea batter with delight And lay next to me despite my rebuffs Laying rest your corpse all the winter night It is true that I, in the summer’s sigh Dream of your almond skin and laughter chime And long to know that I would gladly die Only to rotate back the wheels of time Back to the day that I, without endeavor Freely threw from me my love forever

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